Past Musings

When I heard Fats died, it seemed as if part of New Orleans died with him. He was one of the last great living men of the rhythm and blues. A musician that defined the New Orleans sound. His tunes flavored Mardi Gras like filet in Gumbo. Musical notes where his soul and his heart beat with the bangs of piano keys. Many parties will occur in his honor. A second line will creep thru his beloved lower nine. Colorful umbrellas will fill the atmosphere and rags will wave. Even Katrina couldn’t extinguish our beloved Fats Domino. However, he won’t really be deceased. His music will continue to stroll the city blocks of my beloved hometown. I wrote a poem about the Blues years ago. It’s below as a dedication to a great man that sung with power about life and love. Rest in peace and saunter over to the heavenly piano that’s waiting.